Novel & Cerita Pant Sniff

He lowered himself a bit, so that his face could be directly in front of my pussy. “Eating you out. I need to get a taste of this cunt. I deserve to know how your virgin cunt feels against my tongue. Keep your legs open and hold on to me when it gets intense.” He told me and I obliged. I widened my legs and then Killian dragged down my panties. I feel the cold hair hit my core and they seemed to be warming down from Killian’s warm breath. He took a sniff of my pussy, inhaling deeply. “This cunt smells nice. I know it will. You always smell nice.” I smiled. I knew that he had this tendency to always sniff each time I walked past him. He did it almost all the time.

Xander lifts my panties to his nose and inhales my cheeks redan, and I clench my thighs together. How can watching him sniff my underwear be so fucking hot? "Fuck, your smell is like a drug that I can't get enough of," I bit my lip and averted my eyes, and he threw the panties down. "Turn around," I turn around, and Xander stands behind me, rubbing his erection against me. A moan escapes my lips, and my head falls against Xander's chest behind me. "We haven't even started yet, and listen to you," "Hmm?" I hummed, delirious as Xander's fingers trailed up my back and across my growing belly. My breath caught as his fingers ran across my slick folds.

His actions were becoming increasingly bizarre. “Can you not sniff her like that?” I snapped, my voice sharp with unease. “You’re seriously creeping me out.” He didn’t even flinch. With a distracted expression, he leaned in closer, breathing in deeply near the crown of her head. His eyes half-closed as if savoring the aroma. “I need to know what soap her mom uses. That scent—it's kind of intoxicating. Makes me weirdly hungry,” he murmured, his voice almost dreamy as he hovered again, nostrils flaring. “Then again, maybe it's the shampoo. Or maybe even the laundry detergent. There's something... warm about it.”

I gasped, trying to stop him, but my words felt useless at the moment. He’d already stripped my panties off, the thin fabric sliding down my legs before he brought them up to his face. He inhaled deeply, sensually sniffing them like they were some expensive, intoxicating perfume, his eyes half-closed as if savoring the scent. “You always smell so fvcking nice,” he growled, his voice low and rough, vibrating through the air. My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard, a thick lump of nervous anticipation lodging there. He pulled me closer, his strong hands gripping my hips, pulling me right into the space between his muscular thighs until I could feel the heat radiating off him.

Sebastian pulled my panties down my thighs, tossing them to the ground. He kissed his way up my leg, sucking my skin and pressing his nose to my thighs. He sniffed his way up my leg until he reached the center of my thighs. He nuzzled my pussy with his nose, teasing me with it. The action sent a jolt through my body, and I shuddered. Sebastian pressed his nose to my panties, "Gosh! You smell so good," he groaned in a voice that sounded deeper, and I ground myself against his face.

My body tingled, my p*ssy became wetter as if it wasn’t already wet. He looked at my panties with a smug smile. “Oh so wet already, little thief?” He stared at the wet patch in my panties before he leaned closer to it and sniffed. “You smell so good. I want to bottle this scent up and-” “You want to bottle my cum?” “Yes. And I want to wear your scent and eat you for dinner and breakfast and lunch...” “Shit.... Don’t say things like that...” I moaned out as he pushed the panties inside his backpocket.

She pushed forward a little, but withdrew quickly, shaking her head negatively. ‘I don't think so, I can't perceive any fascinating scent, just his strong pink pepper, praline, and buttercream. But the tattoo guy and the wolf both smell like praline and buttercream too, which means the praline and buttercream is their general pack scent and the pink pepper is his personal scent. If he is who you think he is, I'd perceive the pink pepper with something else, not praline and buttercream.’ ‘Then why—’

Trembling slightly, I stood up, yanked my dress up , my fingers gripped the band of my panties and I rolled it down my thighs, letting it pull beneath me. He stretched his hand, smirking. “Hand it over.” I bent lower, pick up the damp panties and handed it over to him. Oh… goddess… why would he want to sniff my panties today of all days? He saw the wet spot in the crotch area and laugh out loud. “Already so wet as usual, huh?” He placed the crotch area over his nose and sniffed it in. Then his eyes narrowed as he removed it and stared at me. I froze, my chest pounded loudly than a war drum… I swear, I think he found out.

His gaze didn’t waver as he slowly tugged down the waistband of my panties. Before I could react, his grip on my waist tightened. He lifted me slightly, making my back arch, and in one motion, pulled off my black, soaked panties. And as I watched him with wide eyes, he held them in his hand… and then did the most unthinkable thing. He brought them to his nose and took a slow whiff. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, my eyes wide as I watched him—watched the way his eyes fluttered closed for a brief second, then opened, flashing a hint of white before narrowing on me.

Without further hesitation, Drystan reached for her pant pulling it away like a professional. Rosealba quivered as his finger grazed her skin in the act. Drystan moved her pants to his nose, sniffing her intoxicating scent and closing his eyes slightly to savor the scent of her arousal. Rosealba's inner tightened and the butterfly in her belle scattered in different dimensions, jubilating at the unholy sight of him. Hot images from the library explored her memories and she shuddered at the impact of the remembrance. A mixed feeling of confusion and excitement stepped in— confusion because she had not seen anyone sniff panties and excitement because her entire body blazed at this very act unh